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She grinded her teeth together and held the poor thing closer to her. “Accident my ass. Fairy types are strong against dragon. Everyone who isn’t stupid knows that!”
"oh, please, don't start blaming my little bastien for this. he always fights for me. always. it had nothing to do with type advantages. stop riding my ass, would you?" and, tossing her poké ball into the air, the sylveon returns inside of it before the capsule falls back into her palm.
She glared at the girl. “You are cruel. I hope Jenny chases you down.” She snapped, picking up the axew
"jenny? tch, do you honestly think she can do anything about this, sweet cheeks? accidents happen. it's not my responsibility to clean up messes like this."
"A-ah! Can I just heal the pore thing first before I go?" Hannah yelped, worrying more about the poor dragon type although she feared them.
"do whatever you like. it's none of my concern." a soft 'tch' leaves her, however, and she turns to take her leave.
"nothing to see here -- move on."
the axew that lies at her feet, beaten to a pulp by her sylveon, tells a different story.
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The Sylveon backed down, and N let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He had never seen that species of Pokemon before, but he could tell that it was fully prepared to claim a life with its victory. After he made sure the trainer had fled successfully, he turned to face the other, eyes blazing with rage, only to have her prod at his nose with some sort of stick.
He tried to swat it away with his hand and took a step back, ruffled and glaring.
"N," he answered tersely.
"Just what were you trying to accomplish with that battle? It was completely barbaric! Have you no restraint?"
"It's none of your business, pretty boy." Arms propped onto her hips. The Sylveon's hackles raised, the Pokémon hissing quietly at the stranger and snaking its way around the back of Célestine's legs.
Célestine smirked. "Why do you care? Sometimes, things happen." She cracks her fingers, rolls her shoulders, then lets out a bored yawn right in his face.
"Anyways, are you here to chastise me, or can I get a move-on already?"
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"Well, pretty boy? What do you want?"
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The previously still, calm air was unceremoniously stirred by the sounds of battle. N had been simply wandering about, alone with his thoughts. All would have been peaceful if not for the shrieks that invaded his ears and scattered his thoughts, immediately setting him on edge.
He quickly pinpointed the source of the sounds and followed them, finding two people standing apart. Between them were their respective Pokemon, locked in an obvious battle— But one attacked with such unbridled ferocity, such unnatural brutality, that N felt sick to his stomach watching. Its apparent trainer, a young woman with rose-colored hair, was only urging it on.
Soon enough, the woman’s Pokemon had knocked its opponent down… but even then it showed no sign of stopping its assault. Behind it, the woman seemed to be taking pleasure in what she was causing.
The other trainer’s Pokemon screamed. N was seized by panic.
"This battle is over!" he shouted over the din, moving briskly toward the dueling trainers. "The winner is obvious— Stop this at once!"
The battle had been going so well, too. Bastien, her Sylveon, had single-handedly knocked out the opposing trainer's own Pokémon without even batting an eyelash. Ha! They were so weak! It was almost getting boring to battle anyone nowadays, they could never put up a decent challenge.
Bastien went in for the kill, and honestly, Célestine hardly minded. If it's what her Pokémon wanted, then so be it! Who was she to stop him?
And who was this strange, green-haired man who decided to butt into something that wasn't his business? An irritated look crossed over her face, and she tapped her baton into her gloved palm in annoyance. "Bastien," she called, not even taking her eyes off of the stranger, "That's enough."
Obediently, the oddly-colored Sylveon padded back over to his trainer and plopped down. The opposing trainer gathered up their Pokémon and rushed off, out of sight. Célestine snorted.
"And who," she reached her baton out, the tip poking the stranger's nose, "are you?"
“But I am no liar, fufufu~!”
"Are you sure? Do I need to kiss you again?"
One hand settles on her hip, the other resting on the other girl's arm. Célestine dips her head in close, but this time, she waits, pink eyes scanning Marie's face.
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She nodded happily “Yes. Thankyou~”
"What is your name, may I ask?"
The way she marches down the path is a little militaristic if anything, though that image was shattered when she smacked her hands onto her hips and turned on her heel to face the other.
"Célestine," she doesn't bother asking for this girl's name, it doesn't really matter to her. "Now, c'mon! Snowbelle isn't too far."
”I’m a sweet innocent girl~!
What if I say it didn’t thrill me at all?”
"Then you'd be a liar."
Well that certainly came as a surprise. She once again pulled away and took a step back.
”It’s rude to steal a kiss from innocent girls like that!”
"You're definitely not as innocent as you like to act, babe, don't tell me that didn't thrill you just a bit."
